𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon had a duty to the realm. They would produce an heir, and that would be that.

But it was easier said than done. Rhaenyra and Laenor had love for each other, but they did not love one another as a husband and wife should. So, no matter how hard they tried, they could not conceive a child.

It took more than a year after they married for Rhaenyra to come with child. As the realm rejoiced upon nearing the news, Rhaenyra and Laenor did not, because they knew the truth. Their child would be a bastard, as Rhaenyra had found comfort in Ser Harwin Strong, the captain of the City Watch.

Laenor knew that the child would not be his by blood, but he also knew that he would love them. The only reason he and Rhaenyra were worried for the child to arrive was because of the reactions of those around them. They knew that if people were to discover that their child was a bastard, their life would be forfeit.

However, when the child was born, they were both surprised to discover that the child was not a bastard, like they thought, but trueborn. She had her parents' eyes, her parents' hair, and her father's brown skin. They couldn't help but feel relieved, as they had served their duty to the realm. They had an heir. They had a daughter.

Her name was Myra Velaryon, given to her by her father. She was a joy in his life, as she reminded him of Laena, his dear sister, whom he loved more than anyone in the world but would never see again before she died. Myra was different for Rhaenyra. Myra wasn't just her daughter or her joy. She was her savior.

Rhaenyra was lonely, and she had been for years. She was lonely and she was angry, and she thought that she would be like that forever. She did not believe that a family would save her. She did not believe that she was meant to be a mother.

However, the first time Rhaenyra saw Myra Velaryon, she knew that was not to be the case. It was as if everything she had gone through in her life, all the pain and suffering and loneliness, had led up to this moment. It took hours for one of her ladies in waiting to take the child from Rhaenyra's arms to be nursed.

Rhaenyra held her daughter all through the night. She just sat and held her and admired her. She had never seen someone so beautiful.

"My darling girl," Rhaenyra sighed in the middle of the night, when the rest of the Red Keep was asleep, "My sweet, darling girl. I do not think there are words that can describe what you have done for me. You've saved me when I thought I was not worth saving. I promise to spend the rest of my life repaying this debt to you. I will love you every day and protect you from this cruel world. I cannot keep you from every harm, but I will hold you through the long days and long nights until you're ready to stand on your own again."

Myra Velaryon was the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, a girl born of fire, and Laenor Velaryon, a boy born of the sea. She was the best parts of both of them. She was a girl who was made of fire and sea.